i was 8, i was too slow, i wore flip-flops (because my delicate feet couldn't handle the rough concrete, LOL!). I hated aro-aro when we first moved to kilo. in the meantime, we'd be playing other games, of course ? Man, you got that trap-making down to a science! but that was evil of us, wasn't it … and the patience, OMG, my friends and i would sit on top of the brick wall and wait - sometimes for hours - for somebody to fall into the trap. What else did we play on the streets … ooooh, i love when there was construction going on at somebody's house because that meant there would be sand out on the street and we could play “mountain climbing” or create traps (dig a hole, lay palis tingting over it and then put paper or plastic, whatever is handy, sprinkle sand until it's covered and wait until somebody steps over it and falls (i cringe now because i don't think we realized people could actually great hurt).
i'm actually rather surprised we didn't get in trouble with the “little folks” (nuno sa punso) because we used to play near the bamboos and old trees ?
We also played a lot of sabat-sabatan and tumbang preso, especially during the full moon. i could touch my tsinelas to the one on the ground while bending backward (standing up there's a level where you kneel, but that's very easy). i remember the very hot concrete and playing “bending.” that's the game where you use your flip-flops. I didn't play with jolens the boys wouldn't let me play ? but i did indeed spend a good chunk of my childhood on the streets of kilo, he he he. Hey, watch it! i was gonna comment on this, then i ran out of time yesterday ?